“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” This is a quote which I first heard in the Interstellar movie, but then found out it’s actually from a poem written by Dylan Thomas entitled, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’. Quite the mouthful! It’s quite romantic as well, don’t you think so too?
I miss writing like this, when it all just flows without having to overthink stuff and the life force just shoots out of you like a bazooka inserted into a coconut. I’ve no idea why I picture it this way, maybe I’m weird, but I love that part of myself ’cause it makes me unique.
When things get really bad, like rock-bottom bad, how do you snap out of it?
Well, since time immemorial, we’ve always had our share of problems, handed down from generation to generation.
Depression is just a fancy modern-day word for a state of enduring melancholy (the word used before depression came into existence).
Back before psychology and all this psycho voodoo stuff was around, people would either go to church and talk to their clergymen or simply talk it out with close friends and family.
Nowadays, we still have priests, but it seems like therapists have taken their place, as the “scientifically superior” alternative.
Of course, opening up to loved ones is always an option.
However, we live in an era where, ironically enough, we’re more (digitally) connected than ever, but we have more superficial connections and less intimate relationships. Quantity over quality. That’s almost always a recipe for disaster.
All this texting and
This, “hey what’s up?”
“Not much u? Lulz”
I mean, wtf, right?
The problem I see here is that it’s not a good substitute for face-to-face interaction. A lot goes missing during these insta-chats; like the tone of voice, a person’s facial expression, sometimes it’s not clear what emotion or mood the person we’re texting with is actually in.
I’ve had my fair share of problems over the years with people because of misunderstandings deriving from all this virtual communication, which I’m pretty sure never would have occurred if the same conversations had taken place in real life.
At the same time, I realize that if it wasn’t for technology, I wouldn’t have had the fortune and privilege of meeting so many amazing fellow bloggers, some of which I love, a few unconditionally/very deeply.
True love is unconditional, don’t you feel this too?
Anyways, 1 way which I’ve found to be very effective in getting out of those dark places is to just let it all out and:
“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Also, putting on some music by ‘Rage Against the Machine’ might help, as well.
Until next time.